Memories, the love-fool's role
For example, if I was asked today, I couldn't say when it happen, what was the exact day when I met the person that is now with me, that I hope to be with me forever - forgive me the optimism and the romantic delusion, but sometimes even the most stone-hard individuals must play the love-fool's role. Seriously, I can't remember when it started. Somewhere in Spring, which itself is an exception, one more exception in my own little world: everyone knows I fall in love with the Autumn's leaves. But truth be told, we were never made of rules, but of exceptions to rules. I cannot remember the day when it began, something that I could easily discover if I wanted to. But it matters not to know the when, if I remember the how. I remember how such a short and innocent text message broke a dam and let loose a flood that flooded us even before we were aware of it. I can't swim, but you shown me how to. And after so long - time flies, doesn't it? - we are still here, and through shadow and flame we have walked, never able to let go even when it seemed the wisest thing to do. How did it happen I do not know, but somehow it did. Sometimes, when I allow myself to think that some things are simply meant to be, I believe that it couldn't be any other way. That we are unbreakable. All this without remembering the day when everything started. I have no gift of foretelling, so I cannot say what tomorrow will bring us. All I have left is hope. It's the best start.